The staff member next to them was directing them to check their blood. “Welcome to the main city.”

“Thank you,” Hubbard replied. “I was surprised by the situation at the base.”

“Your return date is a bit later than the other mercenary teams. Did you encounter difficulties in the middle?”

“No.” Mr Hubbard’s response was short. “The signal wasn’t good and I didn’t receive the recall order.”

The reporter smiled. “Where did you come back from?”

“The outer perimeter of the Abyss.”

“What is the situation there?”

“The monster forms are more varied.”

“The Abyss is a really terrible place. What did you bring back from there?”

“Specimens.”

“Thank you for your contribution to the base,” the reporter said.

“You’re welcome.”

An Zhe thought that Hubbard could compete with Lu Feng in the matter of not talking a lot. However, his eyes didn’t look as good as Lu Feng’s eyes.

The scene cut back to the news host. “As far as we know, the returned mercenary teams will be included in the military and continue to serve the base.”

After this, there were a few irrelevant news. There weren’t many things to be reported every day in the main city. Most of the time, the host broadcasted the progress of the Lighthouse’s research. There were many professional terms that made An Zhe sleepy.

Then the kitchen’s pressure cooker let out a sound, waking An Zhe. He opened the lid and the rich aroma slammed into his nose. The soup was very thick and white mushrooms floated in the soup. He took a bite and was satisfied. An Zhe filled the soup into three thermoses and planned to take it to the Lighthouse.

He was walking to the kitchen door when he choked. The news screen was showing a silver laboratory surrounded by complicated machinery. In the centre of the laboratory was a cylindrical glass water tank containing a pale green clear liquid. In this water tank that was the height of one person, a small white thing floated quietly in the center.

An Zhe’s eyes widened and he stepped toward the TV screen. At this time, the camera zoomed in on the little, white object. It was a white, fluffy mass. Its main body was like a cloud floating in the water, the size of which was the same as the mushrooms used in cooking today. In addition, the small white mycelium stretched out, gently floating in the water.

An Zhe almost stopped breathing. He would never mistake his spore—although it seemed to have grown a bit bigger compared to when they left.